An Epiphany
1st of Spring, 515 A.V.
1st of Spring, 515 A.V.
It was long before dawn when a sleepless Tinnok stumbled into the Nook, a sigh of relief cascading out of her mouth as soon as her calloused soles switched from damp cavern floor to cool wet moss. Immediately she felt a surge through her Phylonura marks, the strange tickling sensation that brushed her mind when she came in contact with moss. It was a strange plant, interconnected, yet able to be separated and moved from its bretheren, transplanted with its strange short roots without much work or effort on the part of the mover or the moss as long as it had more water to absorb and the nutrients around or within that supply. Plants never communicated images, but strangely enough Tinnok did get the impressions of colors sometimes. She was never sure if this was her own mind translating the feelings of the plants, or actually how the plants saw it, but different shades of darkness, a feeling or lush moist blues or drier hotter colors, always dampened and darkened sometimes drifted across her sight.
As always, the moss was peaceful and serene, she guessed more so than even most moss because of the presence of Trelessora, who she did not immediately see as she strode further into the nook and knelt upon the ground, continuing to soak up the cool calm of the plants beneath her.
She had come here today for guidance, for answers. Though Tinnok knew that her Mother Goddess shouldn't be the one to tell her the answers she sought. Here was an easy place for the Witch to find clarity in what could sometimes be an otherwise convoluted and confusing world. As of late she had begun to detect Tsuya's restlessness. Neither her nor Tinnok were made to live in caves, despite it being the safest option for them so close to the Myrian Barricade, the addition of the baby wanolo baboon had only driven this fact home harder. The three of them were meant to range, to roam. The new biomes Caiyha had marked with on their previous encounter expanded the fields she could help in her travels. Wheras before she was only a witch of a Jungle, now...caverns and water sources, there was a chance to wander and to expand her knowledge, find more biomes new to her, to aid Caiyha outside of the home she knew. The farthest she had ever traveled was to the Grave of Behemoths, but with Tsyua in tow, could she go even farther?
These thoughts and more troubled the half breed. Sometimes she felt like her skin itched for no reason, a symptom of this restlessness she now realized. She had thought to make Zinrah her new home, yet the longer she stayed, the more she realized this could not be a true possibility.
A long huff of a sigh escaped Tinnok's throat. She shook her head and focused upon the moss. The moss did not think it felt and ate and grew. She pushed her worries away, closed her eyes and sank her fingers into the cool spongy grasp of the moss, letting her mind clear and be replaced with the utter darkness...and occasional shade of color that the moss communicated to her.
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